Hi guys I already posted the first chapter in this story and am working on the second chapter, however I decided to a Dragon Age history thingy so that if any non-Dragon Age fools come to this neighborhood we can drop some knowledge on them's asses. (So they can be educated in the ways that are Dragon Age.) Also it's just going to be the intro thing and not like "In the begging the maker made spirits and demons." It's just the beginning of the game where Duncan is talking. So to Dokapon Kingdom we go! Wait, that's not right, oh yeah, to Thedas. P.S I don't own Dokapon Kingdom or Dragon age.
"And so is the Golden City blackened, with each step you take in my Hall.
Marvel at its perfection, for it is fleeting.
You have brought sin to Heaven
And doom upon all the world."
-Canticle of Threnodies 8:13
The chantry teaches us that it is the hubris of men witch brought the darkspawn to our world. The mages had sought to usurp heaven, but instead they destroyed it. They were cast out, twisted and cursed by their own corruption. They returned as monsters, the first of the darkspawn. They began the blight among the lands, unstoppable and relentless. The Dwarven kingdoms were the first to fall. And from the deep roads, the darkspawn drove at us again and again until we neared annihilation. Until, the grey wardens came. Men and women from every race, warriors and mages, barbarians and kings, the Grey Wardens sacrificed everything to stem the tide of darkness, and prevailed. It has been four centuries since that victory and we have kept our vigil. We have watched and waited for the darkspawn to return. But those who once called us heroes have forgotten. We are few now and our warnings have been ignored for too long. It may even be too late, for I have seen with my own eyes what lies on the horizon. Maker help us all.
The Tevinter Imperium mages focused on blood magic, the art of using blood to power spells instead of lyrium. But soon they found out that some spells could only be cast using blood magic. Such as mind domination, making someone's blood boil, sometimes bringing back the dead to serve them, or worst of all entering the Fade with not just their minds or souls, but their physical bodies as well.
The Fade is a place where spirits and demons dwell. It is also the place where human and elves minds go when they sleep.
Demons are the maker's first children. They weren't always the way they were; they were the same as spirits. Just embodiments of emotions. But after the maker made his second children (aka human, elves, and dwarves) the demons transformed after the maker abandoned them. The demons transformed into the worst of emotions, hunger, rage, sloth, desire, and pride. While the spirits turned into the best of the emotions, such as honor, compassion, justice, and love. The spirits however, don't attack the people as demons do, instead of feeding off they're failures, they strengthen from they're virtues.
The maker gave some beings the gift of magic, or being able to bring their dreams to the mortal plane. This gift, however, came with a price. Demons were drawn to them like a beacon. If a demon possessed a mage they became a horrible thing, an abomination. An abomination has access to the mages power plus their own, making those horrible things. Plus an abomination has little to no mental power, as when the demons pass of they are confused, thus creating monsters of mass destruction (M.M.D).
Joven was taken to the circle at the later age of 12. He was playing with his little brother and sister in the small village of lothering when he heard a scream and maniacal laughter. He and them ran towards the sounds, once they found it the two little ones just stared in horror as their older sister was being raped before their eyes, they didn't completely understand what was happening. When Joven saw this he was filled with rage. He didn't even understand what he said or did until later, but his siblings did.
"BURN BEFORE THE EYES OF THE MAKER!" he screamed. He slapped his hand, which was now burning with a bright blue light, into the attackers face. The attackers' face burst in to flames while he screamed in pain. Joven's sister looked into her brothers eyes, which were usually an ocean deep blue, to see that they had changed into a burning red.
"YOU WILL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN! FEEL JUSTACES WRATH APON YOU!" Joven was actually smiling while the attacker writhed in pain, his little siblings had already ran back to get their parents. The attacker got up to try and run away but Joven never gave him a chance. As he got up Joven wrapped the very earth around him. Roots and rock shot out of the ground and through his arms and legs. His screams were muffled as he was slowly dragged down below the ground.
"Joven what have you done?" Joven turned around and saw his father looking at him sadly. Joven looked at his family that was staring at him like he just murdered someone.
"You just did Da'lin" a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
"Who are you?" Joven said aloud. His family heard this and looked at him like he had gone mad.
"We are your family boy, do you not remember us?" His father asked concerned.
"Not you, I was talking to." Joven was saying until he realized that he couldn't see who had said that.
Joven was picked up by his blond hair and saw a metal mask staring at him, and then it spoke.
"This boy is an apostate." He said as he drew his sword and brought it to Joven's neck.
"Wait, why does he not get to go to the circle tower!" asked a Sister running over to the Templar. "He at least deserves the chance to go there."
"Please sir, don't kill my little boy!" Joven's mother wailed.
"I sensed that flare of magic, that boy is an abomination. If not then he's had training to use powers that great!"
"Please my friend, that boy is obviously no abomination, I sensed magic in him but no passengers from the fade." A Templar that had seen the ruckus came over to calm the already tense situation. "I'm sorry but your boy does have to go to the tower to receive training."
"Please just don't hurt him." Asked his older sister.
"He may take three minutes to pack a small bag to bring with him." Said the Sister. The Templar that was about to kill him sent her a glare and then walked the other way back to the chantry.
Joven gently rubbed the sapphire gem of the center of his amulet. The memories of that day still haunted him greatly.
"Joven, come on were going to be late for class" Joven looked up to see Jowan waving at him.
